Everything sharpens. He fixes Jay with a suspicious look beneath lowered brows. Jay doesn't simply shoulder the blame for things, he knows how the guy's head fucking works, at least when it isn't being hijacked by that thing that pulls at the corners of their eyes. Did he sell Tim out? Well, fuck, wouldn't be the first time, that fucking -

It takes him an uncomfortably long time to realize, no, that wouldn't make sense. Why would he? And why bother getting Tim out if that were the case?

"What do you mean?" he asks, drawing the words out slowly, warily.